A leaf upon the river floating gently,
and gently rotating as it flows out to sea,
a leaf upon the river glorious in all its beauty,
as glorious as it could be.
A single leaf,
a single leaf bright and green,
a single leaf in its beautiful splendour,
ever glorious in its decree,
and how beautiful it is upon the tree where it should be,
how beautiful with the light coming through the leaves,
for it is as beautiful as can be,
and as it floats gently down the stream,
I hope may it return someday,
I hope it may it return anew for there is life after death,
life after death it is true,
but it is sad to see something so beautiful,
something so beautiful die and I will admire it one last time,
one last time as it passes by,
one last time as it passes by,
and it heads to the sea,
where it will disintegrate in the water,
and become part of the water that is picked up again,
and falls as heavenly raindrops from the sky,
raindrops that nourishes the Earth,
with their translucent beauty,
there one minute in their beautiful form,
and then the next gone,
gone in the blink of an eye.